or experiencing hurt as regeneration

Photo by Annie Nyle on Unsplash

A heart torn asunder, a wound

holding stitches in place;

A sky cracked open, glued shut

with streaks of liquid gold

Flawed, and barely short of full —

like faulty literature

and the faultlines of your heart.

How long does it take

to break


break through,

break even?

Body built of thread-bare necessities,

deconstructed under downpour

Woes shed like water-weight

and worries worn loose

Like a spine unthreaded

Like a soul


// May 2019



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